You and I Collide (Christian Slade)

[Christian Slade]

"Change my name?", Christian asked, narrowing his eyes a bit as he glanced away from the woman in thought. He wasn't quite sure what she was eluding to, but he figured that whatever capacity she'd known him in, she knew him as someone else entirely. It was odd for him to think that he might have been someone else in another place and another time, or perhaps just in her dreams. Certainly he'd never know in just what way she remembered him, unless she told him of course, which he had a feeling she was going to do sooner or later.

"I...", Christian started to say, stifling himself with another sip from his glass of whiskey as he thought about just how to answer the young woman. "I've always been a Slade. I've carried that name since I was born, and I do so proudly. I say that because I was fortunate to be blessed with parents that cared about me so much so that they gave their lives protecting me. And I suppose it's no mystery that I have the ability to use the force, so I'll share with you one last thing.", he told her as laid his head back against the top of the couch, narrow golden eyes still watching her.

"My parents died when I was... eight? Perhaps I was nine? Either way, it was long enough ago that I do not remember. They were Rogue Sith and they died protecting me from others like us who wanted to bring out family back into their ranks or kill us. One less rival, but you know how Sith work I assume.", he said, widening his eyes a bit as he glanced down at the glass in her hand.

"Another?"

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

As she listened to his tale of sacrificial loving parents she realized he had childhood memories of this strange Galaxy. If his memories went all the way back then who could really argue? Yet she had vivid memories of him. Even if she were crazy how could she make up a person who existed? She could have seen him on the holo she guessed but why then had the Force led her to him? She had traveled to several libraries to try and figure out where she was. Along the way she had met a scavenger and helped him locate a relic which had resulted in the vision of Christian and lead her straight to Zeltros. How could she make any of that up?

She realized she had been quiet for a moment and needed to say something. "I'm glad your parents loved you so much and I'm sorry to hear they passed." She figured he didn't need to know about her stories version of his parents. He was happy and didn't have a ruthless father terrorizing him. She wouldn't take that away from him.

Was she going to ask another question? The first one had only made her more confused. More for something to do than anything else she took another drink of her alcohol and scrunched up her face as it went down. It was disgusting and how he tolerated it was beyond her.

"So ... The year is 850 some ABY and you don't know me. The Empire has been defeated for over 800 years and now the Sith are terrorizing the Galaxy. I suppose there is nothing left to ask except which way to the nearest mental hospital?"

She laughed once without humor and tipped the rest of her drink suddenly down her throat. She started coughing and felt the room spin as she sat on the sofa. As soon as the coughing was over she held her head in her hands. She felt sick to her stomach and very out of place.

"Do you know anything about this netherworld event?" It was the only theory she had that didn't mark her a loon.

[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian watched the woman carefully as she turned up the glass and downed her drink. As she did, he pushed himself up from the couch, made his way over to the small minibar in embedded into the far wall and clasped the bottle of whiskey and the other bottle of sweet soda drink between the fingers of one hand. He then turned and slowly made his way back over to her, finally responding first by saying. "No, I know nothing of this galaxy, but it seems as though it's tearing itself apart and other dimensions have been able to become our neighbors because of it.", he told her, practically everything that he himself had been able to divulge from the situation. "What I do know is that you need to slow down a bit.", he said, setting the bottles down on the table next to the sofa before taking a seat himself.

He plucked the glass from her hands and set it down on the table, fixing another of the drinks that she'd just had, but this time he didn't hand it to her. Instead he left it there on the table and allowed her to make such a decision as to whether or not she would have another. He then leaned back into the sofa, crossed one leg over the other and took a sip of whiskey before reaching out and draping his arm across the arm rest next to him.

"So... something tells me you know something different about my past. Perhaps my upbringing?", he asked her. "I say that because you reacted interestingly when I told you the bit about my parents, what with your shifting eyes and that uncertainty in your voice.", he said, taking another sip of whiskey as he watched her close, golden brown eyes looking over her body head to toe and attempting to read her body language.

"Sharing is caring, you know?"

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

Her head was spinning. Drinking was hard for her to begin with but drinking around Christian was brutal. She felt her stomach turn and groaned, which turned into giggles.

She slipped her feet out of her boots and curled them up to her chest, resting her head on her knees and trying not to giggle. Him mentioning the other dimensions was interesting.

"Maybe I came from a different dimension and the you I knew there is a different you. " she giggled despite it being totally serious but when he asked about his other parents it seemed to sober the giggles.

"The Christian I knew had a really abusive father and a grandfather who trapped demons in his head. I helped you, err him, get rid of them. I've never met your , umm his father but if I ever do it won't be pretty. " It was unlike Katarine to sound so threatening let alone towards a man she had never met but she couldn't help it. Despite using Christian like a drug to not deal with the feelings of abandonment she had Katarine did care very deeply for him. She would die for him. She almost had.

She groaned and leaned her head back, the top of her head brushing his arm draped over the back of the sofa. The dizziness was instant and she smiled.

[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian listened to the young woman with those intense, golden brown eyes narrowing ever more as she spoke. He paid close attention to what she was saying as he grew increasingly interested in what she was sharing about the version of him that she knew. He found it incredibly interesting that he was so different in another life, and it seemed that his upbringing had played a large role in who he was from what he gathered from the young lush.

"Interesting.", Christian whispered as the corners of his mouth curled to reveal a rather devious and knowing smile. "So...", he whispered before taking another sip of whiskey and wondering if she'd actually have the second glass that he'd prepared for her, despite the fact that she'd probably had enough. "Sounds like you were rather protective of me then. Which makes me wonder..."

"What kind of relationship did you and I share, exactly?", he asked, posing the one question he'd already realized the answer to, despite wanting to hear it for certain from the young woman next to him. As he waited, however, the massive man leaned forwards a bit on the couch and let his free hand slide across the back of the couch and down to the woman's hand, which he gently took in his own, holding it up for him to examine her delicate skin.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

Katarine made up her mind instantly to lie to him, or at least not to tell him the whole truth. It would be embarrassing to admit to a total stranger that she couldn't keep her clothes on when she was around him. She was already forming the lie in her mind, ready to recite it as if it was totally true, when unfortunately he took her hand.

The dizzy floaty feeling was back and Katarine felt coherent thought go out the window. It was like a drug to be this close to such darkness. She yearned to be near it, right down to her DNA from centuries of selective breeding to produce her and her twin. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, her heart was hammering. He was so strong in the Force and so wonderfully, deliciously, dark.

She couldn't lie. She could barely breath. Her mind kept remembering the words he'd spoke to her before about picking up the pieces of her heart and putting it back together. She felt a twinge of guilt. He had loved her. Truly loved her despite the fact that she was a darkside junkie so broken she'd never love again. He'd tried to kill her, raped her, said the cruelest things imaginable to her and yet she kept coming back to get her next fix until finally he had surrendered and fallen in love with her. He hated her for it and she hated how much she needed his presence in her broken life. There were so many reasons why this was wrong.


"You were in love with me and I was completely absorbed and dazzled by you. It was raw, passionate, lust crazed and violent and neither one of us could stop it."

She sounded breathless when she answered. She couldn't look away from him. She could barely breathe. The room was spinning. All of the sad thoughts about the people she had lost were gone. Nothing could break through her mind. It was consumed by his presence and finally the hole of loos and abandonment was filled with this darkness. She felt whole again in an unnatural way.

After almost a full half minute of not breathing she gasped and finally looked away from him. She slid her hand out of his and wrapped both her arms around her waist, trying to make the room stop spinning.

He probably thought she was crazy.

[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

The moment the woman's hand left his it almost hurt, as if a little part of him was stolen away from the very woman that was evading contact. He couldn't imagine why or what might cause such an interesting feeling in him, but he quickly decided that it wasn't a feeling he liked, nor was it one that he was going to put up with. Christian was a very powerful, determined and bold man who hadn't taken no for an answer so far, and he certainly wasn't going to be starting now. After all, success wasn't won by the complacent.

"I apologize in advance, Love...", Christian said, reaching out and setting his glass on the table next to the sofa they were sharing. He then pushed himself forwards and left his seated position to crawl over to the woman, positioning himself above her, either of his arms gripping the arm rest behind her as he leaned down, stopping just a few inches away from her pink lips, golden eyes looking her face up and down and noting the hesitation written across her fair skin. He didn't care, though, as there was no turning back now. There was something he needed to do, and only the force knew why. He couldn't put his finger on why he was drawn to her or what about her seemed to torture him into a lustful mood, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.

Closing his eyes, Christian forced his mouth upon hers hard and without restrain. It hurt, but was worth the pain he felt as a familiar electric feeling surged through his body, his skin catching fire and growing hot as his heart began to pound against the back of his breastplate as if it were trying to escape his body. It was a stunning effect she'd had on him, his world exploding as all at once he was astounded by what he saw and felt. In mere seconds he was reminded of who he was in another life and what they meant to one another. What they'd been through and how they'd suffered, both because of one another and for one another.

It was like he'd been awoken from a deepened sleep, like some kind of Cinderella Man.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

Katarine was breathing in and out, slowly letting the room stop moving. She hadn't noticed him set his drink down. She was purely focused on not passing out from lack of oxygen.

"I apologize in advance, Love..."

Katarine glanced sideways, wondering what in the world he had to be sorry about. He hadn't done anything except take in a crazy stranger and give her a few moments of his time. Before she could say as much though he had pushed her back into the sofa and was looming over her. Her head was screaming. So many thoughts raced through her head instantly it was like fireworks. She froze, fear setting in. This man had raped her once when he hadn't been himself. A lot like he wasn't himself now. He'd then tried to kill her. Terror. Had she misread the signs? He'd seemed in control of himself, even if he was different. Lust. Frak his skin smelled good. Was that cologne or did he just smell that way? Guilt. Terrible agonizing guilt. How many times was she going to hurt his man? What if he fell in love with her all over again? She couldn't love him. Her heart was shattered beyond repair. The other piece of her soul was gone, traveling the world too scared to be with her because of Styx and trapped in another dimension that no longer contained her. She'd never see him again. Abandonment. Sadness. Loss. Fear. Anxiety. Help. Drowning. Suffering. Suicidal. Guilt. Guilt. Concern. Help. Stop. This isn't right.

His lips crushed hers and Katarine whimpered. The bad feelings were gone. They couldn't get anywhere near her when the darkside clouded her senses. She tried to remember the arguments against this. Guilt. It was the biggest one. He'd never be able to tame her heart. It belonged to another. Which? It was hard to tell. Ravage would argue it was his. Katarine would argue otherwise. But the arguments couldn't form. She couldn't think of anything else right now. It was like electricity in every part of her body. A dizzy wonderful fog where her worries and fears were gone. Her blissful hit of a drug so powerful she didn't want to control it.

The Force was alive. She felt the difference in him but didn't know what was going on. Again her mind drifted towards Deagon. Fear. Fear. She should be afraid. The argument was gone just as soon as it formed. Her mind couldn't hold one single thought beyond the feel of his skin and the delightful way his presence pushed all her heartache away.

F.u.ck it.

Her soft hands ran under his shirt desperately. She wanted to feel every piece of his skin there was. With any luck he'd push her into a coma and she'd never have to feel again. Her mind was screaming as she ran her hands over his broad back softly. She pulled her lips away from his and rested her forehead against his, panting.

"Told you so." She whimpered, her eyes closed tight, too scared she'd see scarlet orbs staring back if she opened them.

[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian let those brilliant golden eyes open again after their passion filled kiss was broken, black pools growing larger as his pupils dilated and attraction took over his body. His skin was hot, his muscles were tingling and his heart was rapping faster and faster as he realized exactly who was laying so innocently beneath him. "My own little brand of heroin.", he whispered, more to himself than to her as he felt her delicate little hands gripping and touching him, and he allowed himself to be pulled closer to her after she spoke, though he chose to silence her once more as he forced his lips into hers and kissed her hard and rough.

Her lips tasted sweet, like candy, yet stung with the lingering sensation of whiskey still upon them as he tasted her again, his alcohol soaked tongue finding it's way into her mouth so that he might taste her even deeper. He couldn't control himself anymore, and now his hands he begun to roam gently across her body, starting at the woman's knees, which he spread open so that he could fit comfortable between her legs as he laid down on top of her.

He ran his hands up either of her thighs, gently squeezing her legs as he kissed her, enjoying every moment of her succulent mouth as he almost forgot to breath, taking in air every so often through flaring nostrils. He couldn't help it, she belong to him in another life, and he wanted to own her again. Keep her as his little pet so that he knew there was something, within his possession, that would always be able to bring him to his knees.

He needed her to make sure that he was mortal. To remind him that he, at the end of it all, was still just a man, weakened and vulnerable to the touch of the most beautiful woman alive.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

Katarine smiled, her deep green eyes fluttering open at his words. There were no hints of crimson in his eyes, which increased her smile. Her smile was crushed agains this lips soon however and she whimpered at the force behind his kiss. He tasted of whiskey and smelled like she remembered. His scent burnt her nostrils and helped make her dizzy.

She felt his hands push her knees apart and she did not resist him. She squeezed his hips with her thighs and let her hands wander from his back to his stomach. She could barely breathe and had to tear her lips away from him for air. She should have pushed him off her and figured out some other way to rise above her own insecurities but she was too far gone. She kissed his jawline and pushed his hair out of his face, panting for air.

[member="Christian Slade"]